Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Reid Emory has never had reason to question his luck with
the ladies. As the owner of a lethal set of aqua-blue eyes and a devastating
grin, this Hollywood heartthrob always brings his A game…but lately his luck
seems to have run out. The actor is in need of some help, and there’s only one
person he can trust to take his love life—and his career—to an explosive new
level.

Jordan Litwright’s newest client is trying her patience. As
a publicist, she’s more than content to stay in the background and let others
shine. But when a publicity stunt backfires, she suddenly finds herself thrust
into the spotlight—as Reid’s new love interest. And while other men usually
overlook her, Reid is focusing in with laserlike intensity. There’s no denying
they have serious chemistry.

But once Reid breaks into the big time, can they turn their
made-for-the-media romance into a forever love?

Check out Rachel Van Dyken's other hilariously sexy novels in her Consequences trio.

EXCERPT 1

I wasn’t nervous. Please. The nervous
guy was always played by a dude who had no fashion sense, had never kissed a
girl, and thought that foreplay was an actual play—in baseball.

I
had killer fashion.

Had
kissed tons of girls—even secured my first by the age of four from a
six-year-old riding the bus to school.

And
foreplay was my specialty. I like to think that some men are just gifted in
that area—not to boast, but I’m one of them.

Oh,
and I was a hell of a baseball player.

So
that weird, shaky feeling currently residing in my stomach, slithering its way
up my chest? Heartburn.

I
popped two Tums.

“Hey,
you okay?” Jordan asked. Her big brown eyes were makeup free—making them look
even prettier—more natural. She’d given up on her hair so it was wildly
cascading in every direction known to mankind, giving her a sex kitten look I
wasn’t at all comfortable her sporting outside my apartment.

“Yeah.”
I coughed. “Heartburn.”

“Weird.
I wonder why you have heartburn after all those shots, five slices of pizza,
and three glasses of red wine?”

I
grinned. “Beats me.”

She
rolled her eyes and grabbed the remote from my hand.

“What
are you doing?” I asked calmly, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

“Changing
the channel?” she answered without looking at me. “The movie ended an hour ago
and you usually go to bed at eleven, so . . .”

“But
this is date night.”

“Uh-huh,
and now date night is over. I’ll tell you what.” She turned and tucked her legs
beneath her. “Since you’re new at this whole dating thing, I’ll give you a free
pass and let you in on a little secret.”

“I’m
listening.” Okay, so I was trying to listen while my eyes zeroed in on her
low-cut blouse and fringes of the black lacy bra that was peeking from beneath.
Focus. Focus. Focus. Did she have pizza sauce on her breast?

“When
girls come home from a date, they don’t take a hot shower and run their hands
all over their body moaning and groaning and replaying every touch, every
caress, every kiss.”

“Usually,
they pour themselves a glass of wine, toss off their tall heels, turn on the
TV, put on their sweats, and read while New Girl plays in the
background.”

How
was it possible she wasn’t aware she had food on her chest?

“Reid,
are you listening?”

“Of
course I am!” I nodded. “Wine, heels, TV, books, New Girl.” I know, neat
trick, right? Just pull the details out of what they said and repeat them.
Works nine times out of ten. Unless you’re Max. If you’re Max, you usually just
get punched, because he tends to brag about the fact he remembered in the first
place.

“What?”
Jordan looked down. “What are you staring at?”

“Sauce.”

“Huh?”

“Sauce.”
I pointed. “Right there.”

Jordan
rolled her eyes. “I’m not falling for that trick where you point and I look
down and you hit me in the face. How old are you, ten?”

“No,
seriously.” I moved forward. “You have pizza sauce right here.” I swiped it
with my thumb and then licked it off.

“That
should be gross,” she breathed.

“I
know.”

“But
it was kind of sexy.”

“I
know.”

“Stop
saying ‘I know.’”

I
smirked. “Sorry . . . oh, look, you have something right here
too.”

This
time she did look down. And my ten-year-old self cheered as I knocked her in
the chin and said, “Gotcha.”

Defeated,
her shoulders slumped forward. “I deserved that.”

“I
couldn’t help myself.” I watched in a hypnotic trance as her tongue sneaked out
and teased her lower lip. It was the perfect moment for a kiss, but the line
had been . . . skewed. I wasn’t sure if it was okay, in the
privacy of my apartment, to actually kiss her. I mean, I’d kissed her, but this
felt different, more intimate.

“This
is the part”—Jordan leaned forward and gripped my shirt with both hands—“where
you either kiss me or cough awkwardly, make an excuse, scratch your balls, and
cower back in your bedroom.”

“Wow,
so many choices,” I mused, meeting her halfway. “Eenie, meenie, minie—” Our
mouths met in a frenzy. She tasted like wine and pizza.

Holy
shit, it was hotter than it should have been.

My
hands moved to her hips as I tried to pull her onto my lap. But her skirt was
too tight.

“Damn
it.” I tugged harder and heard a split.

Jordan
reared back. “Did you just rip my skirt?”

“Small
tear.”

“Rip.”

“No.”
I gripped the fabric until it gave with a scratchy tearing sound. “That’s a
rip.” With a grin I tossed the discarded remains onto the ground.

Jordan
stared at the skirt for a few seconds before wrapping her legs around my torso
and fusing her mouth with mine. “You owe me a skirt.”

“Can
I rip you out of that one too?”

She
laughed against my mouth. I stood, lifting her with me, and walked her backward
toward my bedroom.

We
looked good. She was half-naked, sexy, I was carrying her around like a badass,
and then things went . . . south.

And
not a good south.

“Watch
out for my shoes—”

I
tripped over two spiked heels, sending Jordan flying into the wall. She slid
down said wall and landed on the plant—yes, the plant, the one she’d kept alive for all those
years.

“My
plant!” she yelled. I burst out laughing as remnants of dirt and plant sifted
through her hands. “You killed it!”

“Whoa!”
I held up my hands and backed up, tripping over the damn shoes again and
stumbling to the floor.

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York
Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and
contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee
at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with
her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from
readers!

Laura Barnard lives in Hertfordshire, UK and writes romantic comedy or 'chick lit' as its so often described. In her spare time she enjoys drinking her body weight in tea, indulging in cupcakes the size of her face and drooling over hunks like Jamie Dornan, Ryan Gosling and Leo Dicaprio. She enjoys wearing yoga pants and reading fitness magazines while sitting on the sofa eating chocolate. She's a real fan of the power nap and of course READING! She writes not to get rich or famous, but because she LOVES writing. Even if one person tells her they enjoyed her book it makes the midnight typing worth it!www.laurabarnardbooks.co.uk

Friday, January 29, 2016

Coming March, 2016, from A.L. Jackson's fabulous Bleeding Stars series is her newest release, Where Lightening Strikes, and I am absolutely beyond thrilled to read this one!

SYNOPSIS

Do you know what it feels like right before lightning strikes? How you
can feel the current running through your veins? The trembles of warning that
ripple through the air? It was a thrill Tamar King chased all her life until it
became the very thing she had to escape.

For the last four years, Tamar
King has hidden herself in an isolated world she created. She was safe. No one
could touch her. Until Lyrik West walked through her door.

He’s the lead guitarist for Sunder and everything she can never
have. The dark and beautiful rock star becomes everything she craves.

Lyrik’s life has been devoted to
his band and that success has cost him. Bitter, hard, and filled with regret,
he refuses to lose himself again, but from the moment he sees her, he wants one
night with Tamar King.

The gorgeous bartender is more
than he bargained for. Their attraction is consuming. Their desire
overpowering. With one touch, they ignite.

For the last four years, Tamar King has hidden herself in an
isolated world she created. She was safe. No one could touch her. Until Lyrik
West walked through her door.

He’s the lead guitarist for <em>Sunder</em> and
everything she can never have. The dark and beautiful rock star becomes
everything she craves.

Lyrik’s life has been devoted to his band and that success has
cost him. Bitter, hard, and filled with regret, he refuses to lose himself
again, but from the moment he sees her, he wants one night with Tamar King.

The gorgeous bartender is more than he bargained for. Their
attraction is consuming. Their desire overpowering. With one touch, they
ignite.

A.L.
Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary and new adult
romance.

She
first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college
student. She filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems
used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in
day-to-day life.

Years
later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest
friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length
novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives
with her husband and three children.

Love is a
trap, a trick only other people fall for. Former Navy SEAL Nolan has no such
illusions. The only things real in his life are his beloved bulldog and the two
women in his life. One is soft and innocent, someone he could build a real
future with. But the other is dark and gives him all of the wicked things he
craves behind closed doors. What starts out as casual quickly becomes
complicated. Can he walk away from a sure thing for something that's foreign
territory?

Nolan thinks we met by chance. We didn’t. I
sought him out, seduced him, and in return got the sanctuary I needed to
survive. But now, impossibly, I’ve fallen in love with him. I don’t care that
he has another lover, because when he finds out who I am, it’s going to ruin
any chance I ever had with him anyway. She’s the least of my worries.

Bait & Switch is Book 1 in the new
contemporary romance series Alphas Undone, which will each feature a new
couple.This is a standalone full-length novel. It does not contain cheating.

I almost chuckled.
Almost called her out for being too prissy to say the word cock . . . until her
hand slid down to my jeans to unbutton me.

“Maybe he needs
some attention too,” she rasped against my throat.

I hadn’t come here
for this and wouldn’t have pressed her, but I also wasn’t going to turn her
away. We would take things at whatever pace she wanted.

Tugging down the
zipper to her shorts, I was desperate to touch her and bring her pleasure. I
pushed my hand inside her shorts, fumbling when she reached down to grip my
denim-covered erection. Christ.

My fingers soon
found what they were looking for. She gasped as I rubbed in slow circles
through her panties. Even with the cotton barrier, I could feel the firm bud of
her swollen clit. I sucked in a breath when she tightened her fist, kneading my
hard cock.

“Together,” was
all she said. But I understood. Only a little impatiently, I waited until she
had unzipped my jeans before slipping my fingers under her panties.

I gave a soft
groan at the feel of her hot, slick folds. “God, baby, you’re so wet already.”

“All for you,” she
murmured huskily. “Touch me, please.”

I obeyed in a
heartbeat, echoing her moan when she pulled my cock free and started stroking
up and down with whisper-soft strokes.

Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me,
Resisting Her and When I Break.

She's a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of
books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her
adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and
reading.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

That’s all it takes to send me plummeting into the arms of
the mysterious Holt Hamilton. Behind his crystal blue eyes is a secret, one
that screams danger but calls to me anyway.

My name is Saige Phillips.

I never walk away from a dare.

Coming at you in March, from best selling author, Rebecca Shea is her newest release, Dare Me.

EXCERPT:

“I was watching you, Saige. I enjoy watching you.” Maybe
that was bold of me, but I don’t care.

She audibly gasps, her chest rising and falling with each
quick breath she takes.

I fix my eyes on hers and continue. “And I saw you watching
me.”

Her upper lip twitches as she thinks of a sarcastic
comeback. I can see the vein in her neck throbbing, along with the beat of her
pulse before she finally whispers, “We shouldn’t do this.” She pulls a green
olive off the toothpick floating in her martini, then she pops it into her
mouth. The green olive matches her eyes perfectly.

I watch her shift uncomfortably in her chair for a few
seconds before I respond. “Why not?”

“Because you’re my boss.” So naïve, sweet little Saige is.

“I’m actually not,” I tell her.

She frowns. “You own the company I work for, same thing.”

I clarify, “I’m part owner of the company you work for.”

She sighs. “Holt, this is just drinks. That’s all.” But her
eyes tell me she wants more.

Rebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Unbreakable series, including: Unbreakable, Undone, and Unforgiven. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family and her beagle. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Before We Were Strangers: A Love Story, written by Renee Carlino came to me as such an unexpected surprise read. I was in a bit of a book funk. I mean, I seriously have 100 ebooks and physical paperback books I've yet to read but I just couldn't decide what I wanted to read; nothing was calling to me for some reason. So, I scrolled back in my Kindle to see what I'd purchased a while ago and still hadn't read, when low and behold there was this little book that I'd heard lots of good things about but really had no clue what it was about. I decided that it was time and I began.This led me on a most delightful journey through 15 years in the lives and love between Graceland and Matthias. The story takes place at first in the present time but quickly takes us back to when the two first met and weaves an intricate tale of their courting in college. We go through all of the fun little nuances of their lives while they navigate their relationship with each other and with others. Carlino does a superb job of taking the mundane task of describing a couple going out to eat and turning it into such a sweet little adventure that leaves the reader smiling. It appeals to the readers own sense of sentiment and nostalgia. It takes you back in time and brings forth all of these feelings of youth and longing and remembrance.

We soon discover that time does little to mend the hurt and the scars of broken hearts, as Grace and Matt discover each other once again on a subway train years later. They discover that their story isn't quite as over as they thought it was. In fact, it may be just beginning.I will admit this book was a little hard to get into initially. It started a bit slow and I really wasn't sure where it was going for a while but I'm glad I stuck with it. The end resulted in being carried away to such a tender, innocent time in the character's lives in discovering who they were and what they wanted in life. I felt like I was young again and experiencing the events with them; I think that takes a talented writer to take the reader there, to that place.I would absolutely recommend this book to anyone looking for a beautifully, well written, not-your-run-of-the-mill love story. This one will give you the feels and transport you lovely wonderland, I promise!

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

I'm a couple days late in posting this so I apologize to you and also to author, Jay Crownover for not getting the info on her newest book release out when I was supposed to. I suck and I'm sorry! The good news in this is, however, that now I have a review too so it's like a twofer. Yay! ;)So on Tuesday, Jay's newest book Built was released. This is the much anticipated first full length book in her new Saints of Denver series and it didn't disappoint one bit. SYNOPSIS:

Release Date: 01/05/16

From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men books comes an electrifying new spin-off series,Saints of Denver, featuring all the characters fans have been dying to read about.

Sayer Cole and Zeb Fuller couldn’t be more different. She’s country club and fine-dining, he’s cell-block and sawdust. Sayer spends her days in litigation, while Zeb spends his working with his hands. She’s French silk, he’s all denim and flannel.

Zeb’s wanted the stunning blonde since the moment he laid eyes on her. It doesn't matter how many smooth moves he makes, the reserved lawyer seems determinedly oblivious to his interest—either that or she doesn't return it. Sayer is certain the rough, hard, hot-as-hell Zeb could never want someone as closed off and restrained as she is, which is a shame because something tells her he might be the guy to finally melt her icy exterior.

But just as things start to heat up, Zeb is blindsided by a life altering moment from his past. He needs Sayer’s professional help to right a wrong and to save more than himself. He can’t risk what’s at stake just because his attraction to Sayer feels all consuming. But as these opposites dig in for the fight of their lives, battling together to save a family, the steam created when fire and ice collide can no longer be ignored.

EXCERPT:

"It's a work thing." I grumbled the lie out and Poppy laughed softly at me.

"Sure it is. Just like you coming home covered in paint last night was a work thing." I frowned at her and slumped down in my seat.

"That was work. Not my work exactly, but still work." At least it had been until I ended up naked and fucked. I sighed a little. I'd never ever actually been fucked before Zeb. Seattle Sayer had never dated men that were the kind to fuck, and again I could kick her for all that she had missed out on. I sure as hell had never had sex up against a freshly painted wall with my ass sticking up in the air and now I knew what I was missing.

I wanted to be numb to it all. Wanted to chalk it up to raging hormones that had hummed around Zeb since the beginning. I wanted to be detached and calm so that I could tell him it was a mistake that we shouldn't make again. I wasn't any of those things.

Nope, despite my best effort to keep a lid on them, my feelings, where Zeb Fuller was concerned, were leaking out through every crack they could find in my icy exterior. They were oozing, flowing, liquid, and as hot as lava all over me.

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How's that for steaming hot?!?! What I loved about this story is that Zeb and Sayer, the main characters were so different physically but inside they were both these lost and flawed people that simply needed each other. It's just that Sayer was harder to convince that they belonged together than Zeb. He proved to be both ambitious and determined and refused to give up on what he knew in his heart was right for both of them.

After meeting both Sayer and Zeb in Jay'sMarked Men series, it was wonderful to see them in their own love story. Built also allowed us to see more of the Poppy character and I am hoping (as I'm sure everyone else is) that she will get her story one day too.